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Jan 2018
Why do you worry about your demise?
About the time when you cease to exist.
All they tell you is nothing but a lie
And still believing, you insist.

When finally comes the hour
And your silence remains still
Nature won’t care
And it never will.

Your hair falls, your skin turns blue
Nothin’ lasts of little old you.
Jose Goncalves
Written by
Jose Goncalves  M/Portugal
(M/Portugal)   
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